I love racing away from home. It’s weird how much I love it. Maybe it’s because I feel like a REAL runner when I go “away” to race. Or perhaps it makes tangible the fantasy of my un-lived life as a pro runner. Whatever it is, I embrace it to a feverish degree.
I’m not one of those runners who typically plans a vacation around a race (I have some limits) but I do run if there’s a race in the area that I happen to be visiting. The way I look at it is, I’m likely going to miss some intensive training when I go away on vacation, so my way of “making up” for this loss is to enter a race.
At least I know that I’ll push myself hard on ONE day of my vacation and March 4th of this year was no exception.